You're a mother. The rugrat's priority, any idiot can see that, little boss.
If you're gonna insist on workin' until you get bigger, I'll do ya one better 'n a vest, 'cause kevlar can't cover everything. You'll take my coat for a spell--the one I wear when I'm workin' as a god, and not just stompin' mudholes in folks. It's a divine relic--like the Holy Grail or the Spear of Destiny, this one's just specific to me. So long as you wear it, death can't touch you, nor the bun in the oven.
I'll bring it by later on. When you're ready to be benched 'till the baby's born, you can bring it back to me. Sound good?
I'll spoil the surprise: just tell him, 'cause ain't no way you can break it gentle. He's gonna hate it, he's gonna be upset, and ain't no way you're gonna mitigate that 'cause he loves you. I may not be able to love, but I 'member a little of it, and I do recall how damned impossible it makes us menfolk.
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If you're gonna insist on workin' until you get bigger, I'll do ya one better 'n a vest, 'cause kevlar can't cover everything. You'll take my coat for a spell--the one I wear when I'm workin' as a god, and not just stompin' mudholes in folks. It's a divine relic--like the Holy Grail or the Spear of Destiny, this one's just specific to me. So long as you wear it, death can't touch you, nor the bun in the oven.
I'll bring it by later on. When you're ready to be benched 'till the baby's born, you can bring it back to me. Sound good?
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